First Frost ( Requested )

Wen Yifan hadn't reacted too much, the sweetness of sugar remained in his mouth. She wanted to ask why there was so much sugar in this bag, why did he eat her mouth, but she was instantly distracted by his words.

"Is it sweet?"

Sang Yan's eyelashes drooped and the end of his eyebrows lifted slightly.

Wanting to confirm again, Wen Yifan put the sugar on his hand into his mouth and tasted it again: "I feel fine."

"..."

"Will you chew it better?" Wen Yifan raised his head and made a suggestion. "This is nougat. If you chew it, the milk should be a bit stronger and not so sweet."

"..." Sang Yan sometimes felt that he was picking up a stone. He seemed to be a little speechless, and reminded in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with me or not, understand?"

"But it will taste better if you chew it." Wen Yifan took another one and put it to his lips, "Is it really not?"

Staring at her for a few seconds, Sang Yan didn't refute this time and opened his mouth obediently.

Seeing that he didn't dislike the smell too much, Wen Yifan bends his lips. She also stuffed one into her mouth, which was really delicious, and then sealed her mouth.

The two went out of the square and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

The flow of people went from dense to sparse, from a bright and lively place to a dark and quiet street. Wen Yifan took Sang Yan's hand and saw a bunch of lovers who kissed me by a car on the side of the road.

Her gaze stopped, and she remembered the matter of Sang Yan just licking sugar from her mouth.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized something and stopped.

Sang Yan tilted his head: "What?"

"I just reacted, what you meant just now," Wen Yifan paused, without any tactfulness, and described the matter straightforwardly, "Is the candy from my mouth still sweet?"

"..."

The quiet street, with the wind of late autumn, brought the sound of hula la in my ears.

The two looked at each other.

Wen Yifan felt that his reaction just now was too cold and boring. She dropped her head suddenly, opened the bag again, and took a candy from it. Without asking Sang Yan's opinion this time, she just stuffed his mouth directly, somewhat tough.

"..." Sang Yan was unprepared, his tooth was bumped, and it hurt slightly.

The next moment.

Wen Yifan grabbed his collar and pulled it down. She bit his lip and pushed her teeth away. She is not very good at doing this kind of things, her movements are jerky than his, and the process seems slow.

It lasted for a long while.

Aware of her difficulties, Sang Yan bent over, pressed the tip of his tongue against the sugar, and slowly pushed it into her mouth. Wen Yifan hooked, took a few steps back after eating the candy, and met his dark eyes again.

"Oh." Wen Yifan said calmly, "it's pretty sweet."

...

Back in the car, when Wen Yifan habitually leaned over to fasten the seat belt to Sang Yan, he saw that he was still smiling. Her expression was stagnant, and she couldn't help it: "What are you laughing at."

Sang Yan tilted his head, Li Guoqian on his lips: "Wen Shuangjiang, tell you something." Wen Yifan: "What?"

Sang Yan reached his teeth, still feeling a little numb. He looked a little bit defiant, and looked as if he felt like a sweet pastry that was being scrambled by everyone, and said arrogantly: "Be gentle next time."